The bitch in middle school, totally.

No. No. No. No one has to choose a side. This is not our war. This is not a war to send our children to. Picking a side means someone dies - not down for that now or ever.

Yes, Al-Foxeera, it is importat to read/watch news sources from other countries to get a balanced view of well, anything.

Thank you for pointing out that Britney was actually a danger to herself and her children.  People seem to forget about that.

Because honestly, will anyone sign up for the job of being his conservator?  I think not.

Breaking news, all cultures have biases and can be virulently racist.  Clutching my pearls in shock over here.

My mother, may she rest in peace, was the worst cook in the universe.  Her mashed potatoes were the stuff of nightmares.  I cannot eat mashed potatoes to this day.  My family is Irish, I am not allowed to sit at the same table because of my stance on mashed potatoes.

Word. Same people who believe in the death penalty until one of their own commits homocide.

One can only hope.

In fairness, most umbrellas have little pokey things so the whale was probably just yelling at you not to take someone’s eye out.

My mother was a sub five foot Scottish woman. The woman had a temper that was not to be tested.

So, you interrupted a meeting of Quakers and they were scary?

Havanese are cats in dog suits.

Round about the same time in history, Dawn Steele, a film producer wrote an autobiography “You’ll Never Eat Lunch in this Town Again”. She very graphically outlined her love of crack, preparing crack, smoking crack, and smoking crack about a half hour before giving birth, after smoking crack her entire pregnancy. She…

Womens’ Work - the quintessential Kate Bush

Fellow Canadian.  So don’t want to vote.  I just know we are going to be doing this again in the next 18 to 24 months.....UGH.

Mmmmm, the mushrooms, the seafood - also conch is just big escargot - which is delicious.

Won’t someone please think of the children?

Can’t go to the US so now I guess he will have to go to Thailand, like every other fat, pasty Brit for his underage fix.

Does anyone else imagine one of these staged dinner conversations going completely WWE and we get to watch wig pulling, body slams in couture, chairs busted over perfectly coiffed heads.  Just me?  Okay.